Beast Mode

By B.o.B

On No Genre

Released on January 1, 2010

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[Verse]

I really don't know how long I been doing this shit

I guess 2010's the first year that you gave a shit

I was the underdog, so please excuse me a bit

I need some space, so someone please make me some room in this bitch

'Cause I'm in beast mode, feast mode

Gimme those beats, I eat those

All day I don't sleep, no, I don't even know what I got sheets for

Them pillowcases and bed frames, oh no, take that, don't need those

So high I don't get high, I don't even know what I got weed for

People, I'm in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for?

Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O.?

But see, I knew this beat before anybody fed my ego

Back in the hood at east shows, so we take hood wherever we go

Please know, I am as loyal as loyalty is when it's gave

Dedicated, determined, dependable

Yes, I committed myself to the game

Don't be letting them tell you them lies

We make the industry real when it's fake

So stay meditating, so your head is facing

Into the direction that you aim, bitch

Okay then, know what my name is

Excuse my language but I'm fed up with the same shit

They say they love me, but it's really 'cause I'm famous, see

My momma told me this back when I was nameless

So fuck y'all, I'm shameless, I'm a beast unleashed, I'm raging

I'm living inside of this Matrix, this video game that I'm playing

I ride around and they praise me, I crack a smile and they waving

I guess you could call me David Ruffin

I'm circled in the temptations, huh

Or maybe I'm angry, maybe I just need a little more patience

Or maybe I'm crazy, maybe I just get a little too anxious

Sometimes I rhyme like I'm inside Einstein's mind

Look at the time fly by, plenty of times I died

Looking at these jive guys claiming they lost they mind

You ain't really seen shit, nigga

Till you had the whole world flipped upside down

Right side up from the DEC so the Eastside's up

Fired up so you know

When I get to the booth I go ham, 'cause I gotta do what I can

So I'm like "kadoish, kadoish, kadoish, Adonai Tsebayoth" I chant

I'm kinda like a blur with these words

Guess I'm more absurd with these verbs

Running at a hundred kilometers, man

Pretty soon I'ma leave Earth

Earthlings, or whatever, human beings

I'm a beast, you're a feast, curly fries, onion rings

This is not a fucking game, ain't no referee's involved

This is military combat soldiers standing guard 'round my yard

Entourage, ham squad to be exact

Smoking ham, smacking back

Take your girl, have her back

We don't want her 'round my team

She's a slut and she's a freak

But you don't know 'cause she's discreet

I swear I see everything that's a bit

Man, I'm fed up to my neck with the stress

I could use a wish; Hayley, where you at?

I guess the only exception to these girls is that I rap

But I only attack

'Cause I'm in beast mode, just beast mode

Everybody know that I'm a motherfucking monster

Monster... Energy Drink shoulda been my sponsor

But sometimes I wonder, what is this race I run for?

I give a fuck about numbers, so I do find it ironic

These niggas get mad at me

Talking all sideways with they eyes glazed

They mad 'cause I'm straight, what the mind sees, the eyes say

And they say that I went pop and the streets say I ain't hip hop

Well, if it's not, then the shit stop